Swarms and Sobriety

Saturday night over the weekend turned out to be so gorgeous that we scrapped our plans to eat at the delicious-but-no-ambiance Mariscos la Playa and instead drove out to Rancho de Chimayo, to enjoy their lovely patio.

On the way back, they had all highway traffic funneled through a sobriety checkpoint.

My mom and Dave were horrified, because they'd asked my David to drive. We debated whether he should admit to the margarita with dinner. The cops didn't ask, though.

They had cops of every brand on site, including the Tesuque reservation police. Cranes shone down bright spotlights on the stopped traffic in both directions. Our interrogators were downright cheerful, however. Clearly they'd been carefully trained. One cop on David asked to see his license, where we were coming from and oh, was dinner at Chimayo good? Meanwhile another cop talked to me in the passenger seat and my folks in back. She asked if we were having a fun and safe night, even as she shone the flashlight around our feet.

They sent us on with cheery goodbyes. It was kind of surreal.

When we got back to the house, the rains had brought out a swarm of beetles. We had to leap over them to enter the house. Turning off the porch light slowed their frantic activity, but all night we heard them, banging against the screens, like little zombie insects frantic to get in and eat our brainz...

In the morning they were gone. Though I still see one toddling along here and there. A lost remnant of the zombie beetle tribe.

I'll break 90K on Sterling today and I'll be done within the week. This also feels surreal.

I'm pleased to report that my crew has finally arrived at the Midsummer Festival. I'm oddly not enjoying this part so much, because things have gotten very bad. I know it'll get better soon and there will be some triumph to mitigate the disaster, but right now it's very bad for my heroine. And I feel quite close to her.

It's also hard to believe we'll wrap up our time together so soon. I'm tempted to drag it out, even. I know there will be revisions and polishing. Then, perhaps, the sequel. Or another story altogether. I woke up this morning wondering what I'd be writing next. It's probably good that I'm thinking about it, but I also can't quite envision it yet. Which is likely also a good sign.

And then I'll send it to the agent who called it a stellar concept with a cheery goodbye and wait.

Just another step on the road.